Still working on the chronographic. This little story and "The Dark Days Of Celibacy" will complete the move from my early and middle teen years into the more interesting part of my sexual education and activity, some of them have been posted and new ones will continue to be posted. If you're looking for a sucky fucky story here, maybe you better pass on this one too. If you like the tame tales, I can tell you about my fourth birthday party when I peed my pants giving the cake candles a blowjob.
Looking For Commuter Sex.
I entered high school a year late but tested out of the first semester and was considered a sophomore, still virginal, but knowing that "IT" was just around the corner waiting for me. The boys from school, it was a boy's school, would jam the old busses after school and raise holy hell. Rock it until normal people thought it was going fall over on its side. The Transit Authority cops were called and we would flee to other busses and look innocent. A mile from my school there was an all girl Catholic school and those uniformly clad sweeties somehow squeezed on our already overcrowded bus. We were all packed in so tightly it was like the proverbial sardine can. Guys had a field day pressed against the girls and accidentally having their hands down where nice soft butts just happened to be. The really short guys had to endure some of the big breasts that ended up smack dab in their faces. Lucky little short bastards. More than one of us would leave school with our cocks and balls squeezed out of our under pant's flies to help push our swelling cocks out a little more as we found a girl of the right height and stood behind her and let the motion of the swaying bus take us to heaven. Some guys could have an orgasm a day that way, or so they said. I tried, but it never happened. Some girls would squirm away in the crowd, but some would stand fast and even push back. What were those nuns teaching those sweet young things?
Soon I was trying that trick in buses that were packed with normal people, not just students. If it was really crowded you could stand and press for blocks. Most of these normal people usually didn't stand there and take it like the Catholic girls. They would give you a dirty look and get away; if they could in those jammed aisles of pubic, oops, I mean public transportation. Never did any of them say anything, I guess it would have been too embarrassing. And what could they say? My hands were full of books and holding on to a strap. How could I do anything? There was the rare woman who would stand her ground and take it; I figured they liked it as much as I did. Was that a little misdirected ego there? Some even pushed back like the Catholic girls. One stood there and flexed her butt muscles and squeezed my cock really good. I came that time, right there on the bus with all kinds of commuters jammed around. Try to look innocent and cool as those wonderful spasms are wracking through your body, it's hard. Oooh, that was a good one! I watched for her after that, but I never saw her again. I never came that way after that time, darn.
When you sat next to someone in those narrow seats it was real easy to rub your calf against their calf. Some moved their leg away, some held their ground and you could slowly move your leg up and down rubbing against their leg. Those darn old rocking, lurching buses surely could throw a person around something fierce. Then some might move their leg; occasionally one would rub back. Then you could fold your arms across your lap and your knuckles would touch their thigh, way up high. If they were interested they might move a little tighter against you, I found it rather surprising how many would. You had to be careful and make sure you got the right signals before the next step. You would open your hand and your fingertips would lightly brush their thigh. By that time you knew pretty well that this person liked the attention. I might ask them if the seats were too small and close together for comfort and if they said yes, I would stop. If they said no, I would feel away. A couple of times I got felt back, and there was one woman who I sat next to on a very short bus ride who would let me feel her thigh like crazy. She was built like a brick latrine and her face would stop all clocks, but she had a great thigh. We even talked a little and I found out she was over thirty and not interested in dating, or anything else. I was in high school then and many years later when I was working uptown I met her at a bus stop and she said she would go out with me. I lost her phone number and never had a chance to do that. After high school I practically stopped that stuff because I was older and supposedly too old for such things. I said practically, look back in the "The Bus Ride" and you'll see when I finally hit pay-dirt. I was looking for someone to deflower me and never had the nerve to start a conversation with the fellow riders until I was out of school and a working commuter. Eventually I did find some who would go farther as you will see in, "The Bus Ride."
I make this sound as if I did that stuff all the time. Alas, I didn't. Most of the time I rode the buses just like other commuters and kept my hands, legs, and penis to myself. It was terribly boring, but you know the old saying, "Discretion is the better part of a ride in the Paddy Wagon." Well, it's something like that.
I met one woman in her twenties or thirties on a bus doing the leg rub and we ended up going to a movie. She let me feel her tits and rub her belly and thighs all the way through the show. After the movie I had to go to the bathroom to relieve the built up pressures in my bladder and other places. She disappeared.
Once I tried the leg rub in a very crowded movie and the fat girl next to me rubbed back. She even unzipped my pants and gave me a hand job with people all around us. I was so embarrassed I took off while the credits ran. That was the very first time someone of the female sex actually knowingly participated in causing my orgasm. After I recovered from my embarrassment, probably only about ten minutes, I tried it again. I met a girl two years older than me, I was 16 or 17, and we did a little petting and dated once or twice. We only sat on her front porch and kissed a lot and did a little more light petting. A week later I saw her name in the paper when she was killed in an auto accident. A couple of weeks after that, our next-door neighbor, who was a respected officer of the law, told us about the accident. When the cops arrived on the scene they found her under the smashed dashboard with the driver's bitten off cock still in her mouth. They figured they were speeding like crazy while she was blowing him and he lost control, ran off the road, and hit an overpass abutment. I was pretty shook up about the death and decided to try and keep my sexual feelings under control now that I knew that sex kills.
All of my girl/dating experiences didn't start with touchy feely stuff. There were more sedate encounters, but since this is an epistle of perversion, I will not bore you with them. I did meet one girl I went to grade school with after we were both out of high school and working. We dated only once, I think, and that was that. She was a knockout and I liked her, but like many of the girls I liked, they were my age or older and liked going with guys over 21 who had fancy cars and could buy booze. Sometimes I sensed that about them when they were too polite to say anything, sometimes they just said that I was nice, but they liked older guys.
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